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VIDEO : Song for whoever ;-)

You played like a prat, Fernando
For fifty million quid I wanted so much more than this

You got subbed again, Fernando
You were running round in circles, getting nowhere very fast
I could hear the discontent
And scousers shouting at you from afar

You looked lost again, Fernando
For an hour Ancelotti kept his faIth in you
Then he snapped again, Fernando
Hauled you off, brought on Kalou, and he was even worse than you
And I’m not ashamed to say
The way you played last night, it almost made me cry

You won nothing in the air last night
You played like shite, Fernando
Missing chances that my mum would score
You were piss poor, Fernando
You played like you’d been out on the booze
Now there’s regrets
If I had the money back again
I’d buy eeyore, Fernando

You’re so overpriced, Fernando
Chelsea can forget their Champions League dream if you’re in the team
You play like my mum, Fernando
Do you still recall the frightful miss that went over the stand
Your close control so awful
That you looked like you should be playing for West Ham

You won nothing in the air last night
You played like shite, Fernando
Missing chances that my gran would score
You were piss poor, Fernando
You played like you’d been out on the booze
Now there’s regrets
If I had the money back again
I’d buy eeyore, Fernando

Fantastic ! How much better than the plastic smug CFCTV song Chelski put out on his arrival. I look forward to the “ballad of Judas Torres” the man with no name, to continue to be written by kopites everywhere